Vivid Memories of My Grandparents

First published 2013

As I ponder my family and growing up, I am so thankful that I have vivid memories of my grandparents. My one set of grandparents had chickens on their property and I loved visiting and collecting eggs into my grandmother's apron. We also got to take care of the baby chicks. Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop also had several outbuildings a a cool attic and there were endless possibilities when we wanted to explore. I still have my grandmother's old washboard and would watch her do laundry on one of the first models of washing machines. Boy, we have come a long way! Sadly, my grandfather lived only until I was 10. He had memory loss that may have been Alzheimer's. I remember watching him deteriorate. But I also remember him putting me into his truck when I was little and taking me for rides. That is the man I choose to remember.

My grandmother lived for MANY more years after my grandfather passed away. we would often spend the night with her and wake up to scrambled eggs (fresh), toast and hot tea, with lots of sugar! I have the creamer pitcher that we would use to put the milk into the tea! And you better believe that as soon as we were finished eating, we would 'do up' the dishes. Not a thing out of place and dust never settled in her house. Before I would ever wake up in the mornings, she would be outside, sweeping her porch and front side walk. She was a creature of habit and one hard worker.

My other set of grandparents lived until I was in my 40's. They were both able to meet all four of my children. They, too, came from a time where living off the land and using EVERYTHING for multiple purposes was mandatory. My other Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop actually lived right down the road so we could visit frequently. My grandmother was a 'spit-fire' and would say what she thought. I have tried to learn from that, but tend to avoid conflict and don't often speak up. I'm trying to learn to say more of what is on my mind.

My grandfather passed away just about six or so years ago and he actually transformed during his last few years into a gentle giant. For whatever reason, he had been somewhat hardened during much of my life, but I cherish the last few years before his death. He was funny and I loved talking to him. I miss them all. I promised both my grandmothers that we would never forget them! I remind my kids often of them, and am constantly telling them stories. To both my mom-moms and pop-pops, I love you and you will never be forgotten!